breaking through
to the outside
breathing in
carbon dioxide
searching for the
precious photon
swimming in
darkness hold on
hold on tightly
to the lifeline
push on though
soon you'll see
moving on
to the outside
mowing goes on
but no clippers slide
slowly going pale
no fuel for me
growing tired
soon some healing
hold on tightly
to the life line
push on through
soon you'll see
the green of outside leaves
the glare of sunlights beams
the rain it falls in beads
to bend as the wind heaves
to be picked by a boy in spring
to be the last one on the tree
now that i'm here
baskings what i'll do
i made it
through
and so can you